Not dead but not alive.

I am partly—just partly.

Lying on the roses of death.

I gaze upon the stars.

They glow in the dark.

Beaconing me to come.

Not dead but not alive.

I wish for death to come.

I pray that Pathos comes quickly.

Death would be so sweet.

Life is over now.

I am partly.

I hear the crowds pass by.

I am unseen by all.

I hear the sweet sound of Rhiannon’s birds.

Their songs call to me.

Not dead but not alive.

The sun is rising.

My soul is getting free.

At last I join Pwyll’s side as he leads me to his wife’s Kingdom.

I am now real no more.

No longer partly but whole.